Like we’re the fuckin’ Young Guns.

Dave says, “This place is phat, but if I’m gonna trip for the first time in half a decade, I want some pussy close by, not a bunch of dicks.”

[Chuckles]

Shawn and Vanessa have their kid by then, but Vanessa is Vanessa. She doesn’t wanna miss anything, and she doesn’t want Shawn to miss anything either. She finds a big house close by to rent, brings her momma to help out and makes a bunch of spa appointments.

And Tom is there, but Simone is not.

So, since Shawn doesn’t want to be puking and hallucinating when he’s getting zero sleep and has a newborn at home, and Tommy’s happy as fuck the band’s back together, but he doesn’t want to draw this shit out unnecessarily because he kinda likes his wife and wants to get back to her, and I lost interest in tripping when I was about nineteen and Preach never tripped, peyote was voted down.

We’d all been writing, though Shawn had nothing to contribute to the album since he records his own shit then loses all his money to couture houses to clothe Vanessa so she could be appropriately attired when she was on his arm when he raked in all his awards.

[Laughs]

Though no one had been writing as much as Preach.

I mean, seriously.

We’re sittin’ around, takin’ a break, and as usual, Dave’s the first to bring it up.

McCade:

[Eyes aimed straight ahead at the shelves behind the bar]

Well, what can I say?

I had something on my mind.

Something to relate.

[Turns head to me]

And that was my medium to do it.

Jesse:

Preacher wants to title the album Follow Your Star.

And Dave is literally physically averse to callin’ it that. I mean, literally in the proper sense of the word literally. The man nearly upchucks every time he says those three words.

So, he asks how fixed we all are on the name.

McCade:

For my part, I’m very fixed.

Jesse:

Preacher tells Dave he’s pretty firm on this idea.

Dave tells Preacher that he’s pretty sure, we name an album that, people are gonna think we got Celine Dion featured on one of the songs.

McCade:

Right, if you’re gonna dis someone, pick wisely.

Celine Dion is not my thing.

But I don’t hesitate to share with Dave that when the Roadmasters got an upcoming residency in Vegas in the most expensive venue in that fuckin’ town, and it was being built for us, we can flip the bird at Celine Dion.

Jesse:

So, Tim might have spent some time reflecting, getting his shit together, learnin’ with hands-on experience to be a great dad and finding a good, decent woman to spend the rest of his life with, but the guy’s still a dope.